Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Scientists,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.